Sorry I did not get a blog up yesterday about what happened with the eye tests, but I'm feeling a bit under the weather with a cold our children have kindly shared with me.
This morning I woke up before the alarm going off at 5 am, to feel like I was trying to swallow barb wire. I downed a couple paracetamol with a glass of water, eat my bowl of bran flakes with a handful of sultanas scat on the top with a splash of milk which would of been fresh from the on farm milk tank the night before and then downed a couple ibuprofen and about an hour or so in to milking this morning my throat stopped aching. Not milking this morning was not an option, as I knew they had tb testing and his wife works this morning, so all hands were needed on deck. Haven't really had a proper virus get hold of me for a while, probably since I got a dose of parvo back the beginning of 2013, so can't complain to much.
If you read the blog regularily you will know that yesterday morning I should of been setting off to Tavistock to have Smudge's, Toby's and Primrose's eyes examined. We did have a hard frost over night which had left a lot of ice about at day break and travelling the children to school listening to the local radio, a lot of accidents were occurring on the Devon roads. I got back from the school run and had to make the decision whether or not to risk travelling down to Tavistock, as the sun was out and the temperature was quickly rising I took the decision even though feeling rough to kick on and get down to Tavistock, so sorted out the rest of the dogs feeding them etc and got Smudge, Toby and Primrose in the car with their respective folders full of all their details and set off. Although I did not hurry and got behind a lot of slow traffic (travelling most of the trip behind a lorry loaded with traffic lights and cones sporting a sign on the back saying, "ROAD MAINTENANCE" Which I thought a little ironic as we rattled and bumped over several pot holes on the way to Tavistock and should of read if being truthful, "TRAFFIC LIGHTS AND CONE MAINTENANCE" as it seems they do more of that than actually do any road maintenance in the Devon area), I made it in an hour and twenty minutes, which is good time.
As always I had an interesting conversation with Chris Warren who does our dogs eye tests and all three of them show no signs of the two things he looks for in Cavaliers, which is multifocal retinal dysplasia and hereditary cataract, so an all clear for all three of them. So I jumped back in the car with the three of them at around 11.45 am to make the trip back home.
My trips to Tavistock sees me travelling over Dartmoor, which is a lovely place to give the dogs a run on the way back and past Sourton where you can pick up a yummy bacon and egg bap, but yesterday feeling not so well I did not take up either delight and although it was a bit raw (cold) the sun was up and it made the moor looks even more glorious, so I felt a bit of guilt not stopping to let the dogs enjoy the moor. I approached Sourton in two minds about getting a bacon and egg bap at just after midday, but saw that the car park was pretty full, did not feel like queuing, so decided to keep my foot on the peddle and get on home.
I got home about 1 pm and let all the dogs out and fed Smudge, Toby and Primrose. Quickly threw the hoover and cloth around the home, as did not get time to do this before setting off to Tavistock and with six children and eleven dogs, hoovering and dusting is done every day in our home. Finally at around 2 pm got to make myself a sandwich and just about to plant my backside on the pouffe by the fire to eat it and the bloody coal man arrived (We have a multifuel burner and use a bit of coal to keep the fire in over night), which I was not expecting and my husband had forgot to tell me about, okay, he did tell me, but I forgot and so had forgot to get enough cash out at the weekend to pay him, but he happily takes a cheque, but I had to find a cheque book. Finally found a cheque book and paid him and of course have a chat and put the world to rights (I remember an old farmer I used to work for who used to say, "If you ain't got time to pass the time of day with another and lean on a gate and have a yarn (tell a long and probably implausible story), then what is the point of it all."). The coal man left at 2.30 pm and finally I got to plant my backside on the pouffe by the fire and eat my sandwich, school pick up would be at 3.30 pm. I decided to flick the telly on and there is utter rubbish on telly at this time of day and found myself with a feeling of shame watching , 'The Millionaire matchmaker", The draw I think is watching people who are so shallow, but seem to think they have depth. I only could stand five minutes, any longer and you would lose all faith in humanity, but interestingly I learnt something and that is apparently a man in Los Angeles if he says he is 5ft 8 ins tall is actually what we call in a Devon, "5 foot and a teddy (potato)" and a teddy on average is around 4 inches, must be something to do with the time difference.Lol
This height difference and the fact that the man on the programme being only 5 foot and a teddy seemed to be attracted to not just woman of an average height, but very tall woman, reminded me of something my youngest brother (He is five years older than me) Peter said years ago when courting his wife (They have been married now for over twenty-five years). She is 6ft 2ins tall and used her height in her youth being in the under 21 years old England volleyball team. My oldest brother is around six foot tall but Peter is only just 5ft 10ins, so a good 4 inches shorter than his wife and if asked about the height difference he would say, "It comes in handy as we can use biscuit tin contraception." He would get a puzzled look and then would follow on by saying, " I get my biscuit tin out, step up on it, kiss her and if she's not in the mood, she kicks it away." Most would laugh, but on the odd occasion they actually thought my brother was being serious, which I thought more funny than the joke.
Anyway hearts done, eyes are done and now it's getting things sorted to get Toby up to Bristol for a MRI scan and then heads are done. I'm now done in, so I'm off to have some lunch and get a nap before milking this evening.
Husband just come in the door and I meant to say, "I have got a bit of ear ache", but it came out as, "Eerie ache", he asked me, "What is eerie ache ?" I said "Ear ache but frighteningly in both ears." I think I have a proper head cold.
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me with Bumble and Blottie, waiting patiently to be unleashed, November 2018
Hello, I am Jane, you might of guessed, I love dogs. We are situated in the North Devon countryside, England, United Kingdom. Our home is occupied by my husband, David, our children, pack of dogs and me.